From the darkest tunnel– I almost emerged
Taunted by the fleeting sense of another.
The essence that wants to be more but as of yet cannot completely materialize.
Playing with the light at the end of the tunnel– I am.
Only to be ripped away by the disease that still plagues me.
This love for another that tears me apart and drags me back–
Into the deepest pit of loneliness and despair.
For he has forgotten me.
In answer to Kafranbel’s condolences, the people of Boston write a message in solidarity with them and their struggle.
“Boston, bombings represent a sorrowful scene of what happens everyday in Syria. Do accept our condolences.” 19/04/2013
“Friends of Syria, we too hope for the safety of your families and for peace.” 20/04/2013
When I was playing Mystique in X-Men, I remember thinking, If I’m going to be naked in paint in front of the entire world, I’m going to look like a woman. I’m going to have curves and have boobs and have a butt. Because girls are going to look at that, and if I look like a scarecrow, they are going to think, Oh, that’s normal. It’s not normal. I’m just so sick of these young girls with diets. I remember when I was 13 and it was cool to pretend to have an eating disorder because there were rumors that Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie were anorexic. I thought it was crazy. I went home and told my mom, “Nobody’s eating bread, I just had to finish everyone’s burgers”. I think it’s really important for girls to have people to look up to and feel good about themselves.